Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 17 1826/Roman Girl's Song
The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 17, Page 357
ROMAN GIRL'S SONG.
Roma, Roma, Roma!
Non è più come era prima.
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been!
On thy Seven Hills of yore
Thou sat'st a Queen.
Thou hadst thy triumphs then
Purpling the street:
Leaders and sceptred men
Bow'd at thy feet.
They that thy mantle wore,
As gods were seen:
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been!
Rome! thine imperial brow
Never shall rise:
What hast thou left thee now?—
Thou hast thy skies!
Blue, deeply blue, they are,
Gloriously bright!
Veiling thy wastes afar
With colour'd light.
Thou hast the sunset's glow,
Rome! for thy dower,
Flushing dark cypress-bough,
Temple and tower:
And all sweet sounds are thine,
Lovely to hear;
While Night, o'er tomb and shrine,
Rests darkly clear.
Many a solemn hymn,
By starlight sung,
Sweeps through the arches dim
Thy wrecks among.
Many a flute's low swell
On thy soft air,
Lingers and loves to dwell
With Summer there.
Thou hast the South's rich gift
Of sudden song;
A charmed fountain swift,
Joyous and strong:
Thou hast fair forms that move
With queenly tread;
Thou hast rich fanes above
Thy mighty dead.
Yet wears thy Tiber's shore
A mournful mien:
Rome, Rome! thou art no more
As thou hast been!
F. H.